Elves

In those mornings, when the limpid sea water mirrored the sky above and sparkled with sunlight, she couldn't help but to think how very fitting her namesake was

essenya: quenya for "my name"

...Mortanas is surprised at who Fulton seemed to mention, “I haven't seen him in ages… when was the last time you came in contact with him?”

They arrive at the old tavern in the Lone-lands, and eventually they find all who Avaru reasonably expected to find. As for the mercenary - he unexpectedly finds the one called Calagand Silversong, an old familiar captain from Bree, now playing his lute in the old Forsaken Inn for some reason.

Lothoniel, Ereimund, Arnelloth, and Amgaladh watch the river Lhûn from Duillond.

Loth-i-Lonnath rides to Meluinen to see how our friends north of Bree-land are fairing before going home to Duillond.

After a long ride, traveling nearly week (IC), we found a suitable camp in the Lonelands. We sang songs, played music, and had many discussions around the campfire.

After unsettling reports from Ereimund's winged friends, we decided to make an early camp while Mithdirith scouts move on ahead.